PASCOE. Precisely. Not very unusual for your strong healthy man to die of pneumonia in twenty-four hours. You ought to know, at your age, that it"s a highly dangerous thing to be strong and healthy. (Turning away.) I"ll have another look at him before I go.
CARVE. (Extremely perturbed.) But this is ridiculous. I simply don"t know what I shall do without that man.
The stage is darkened for a few moments to indicate pa.s.sage of time.
SCENE 2
TIME.--The next morning but one. Slightly less disorder in the room.
CARVE and PASCOE are together, the latter ready to leave.
CARVE. Will there have to be an inquest?
PASCOE. Inquest? Of course not.
CARVE. It"s some relief to know that. I couldn"t have faced a coroner.
PASCOE. (Staring at him.) Perfectly ordinary case.
CARVE. That"s what you call perfectly ordinary, is it? A man is quite well on Tuesday afternoon, and dead at 4 a.m. on Thursday morning.
(Looking at his watch.) My watch has stopped.
PASCOE. (With fierce sarcasm.) One of those cheap German watches, I suppose, that stop when you don"t wind them up! It"s a singular thing that when people stay up all night they take it for granted their watches are just as excited as they are. Look here, you"ll be collapsing soon. When did you have anything to eat last?
CARVE. Almost half an hour ago. Two sausages that were sent in yesterday for the nurse.
PASCOE. She"s gone?
CARVE. Oh yes.
PASCOE. Well, take my advice. Try to get some sleep now. You"ve had no reply from the relatives--the auctioneer cousin--what"s his Christian name--Cyrus?
CARVE. No, I--I didn"t telegraph--I forgot----
PASCOE. Well, upon my soul! I specially reminded you yesterday afternoon.
CARVE. I didn"t know the address.
PASCOE. Ever heard of the London Directory? You"d better run out and wire instantly. You don"t seem to realize that the death of a man like Ilam Carve will make something of a stir in the world. And you may depend on it that whether they"d quarrelled or not, Cyrus Carve will want to know why he wasn"t informed of the illness at once. You"ve let yourself in for a fine row, and well you deserve it.
CARVE. (After a few paces.) See here, doctor. I"m afraid there"s been some mistake. (Facing him nervously.)
PASCOE. What?
CARVE. I--I----
(Bell rings.)
PASCOE. (Firmly.) Listen to me, my man. There"s been no sort of mistake. Everything has been done that could be done. Don"t you get ideas into your head. Lie down and rest. You"re done up, and if you aren"t careful you"ll be ill. I"ll communicate with Cyrus Carve. I can telephone, and while I"m about it I"ll ring up the registrar too--he"ll probably send a clerk round.
CARVE. Registrar?
PASCOE. Registrar of deaths. There"ll be all kinds of things to attend to. (Moving to go out.)
(Bell rings again.)
CARVE. (As if dazed.) Is that the front door bell?
PASCOE. (Drily.) Quite possibly! I"ll open it.
(Exit.)
(CARVE, alone, makes a gesture of despair. Re-enter PASCOE with CYRUS CARVE.)
PASCOE. (As they enter.) Yes, very sudden, very sudden. There were three of us--a nurse, my a.s.sistant, and myself. This is Mr. Shawn, the deceased"s valet.
CYRUS. Morning. (Looks round at disorder of room contemptuously.) Pigstye!... My name is Cyrus Carve. I"m your late master"s cousin and his only relative. You"ve possibly never heard of me.
CARVE. (Curtly.) Oh yes, I have! You got up a great quarrel when you were aged twelve, you and he.
CYRUS. Your manner isn"t very respectful, my friend. However you may have treated my cousin, be good enough to remember you"re not my valet.
CARVE. How did you get to know about it?
CYRUS. I suppose he forbade you to send for me, eh? (Pause.) Eh?
CARVE. (Jumping at this suggestion.) Yes.
PASCOE. So that was it.
CYRUS. (Ignoring PASCOE.) Ha! Well, since you"re so curious, I saw it a quarter of an hour ago in a special edition of a halfpenny rag; I was on my way to the office. (Showing paper.) Here you are! The Evening Courier. Quite a full account of the illness. You couldn"t send for me, but you could chatter to some journalist.
CARVE. I"ve never spoken to a journalist in my life.
CYRUS. Then how----?
PASCOE. It"s probably my a.s.sistant. His brother is something rather important on the Courier, and he may have telephoned to him. It"s a big item of news, you know, Mr. Carve.
CYRUS. (Drily.) I imagine so. Where is the body?
PASCOE. Upstairs. (Moving towards door.)
CYRUS. Thanks. I will go alone.
PASCOE. Large room at back--first floor.